And now this.
With this female godling, this harpy kin of theirs, it seemed as though escape was being offered.
That was not what they wanted.
Yet they trusted her.
They trusted that whatever path she was leading them down was not one of evasion, but of truth. And so, despite their hesitation, they rose from their seats and walked forward, one by one, until they stood beside her, fourteen figures framed by silence, judgment, and the unspoken weight of divine law.
She nodded once and led the fourteen godlings toward the victims, closing the distance between accusation and truth.
"Before the gaze of the Goddess," she asked, her voice solemn, "do you recognize any of these godlings as the ones who caused your pain and suffering?"
The young man stepped forward, a victim with his arm bound in splints, his face twisted with barely contained rage. He drew in a sharp breath, ready to speak.
Before the words could leave his mouth, something shifted.
